I remember being 16 and thinking, “When I turn 20, I’m gonna have so many friends and actually be social and not have anxiety.” But, here we are. Surprise.
Why aren’t more people freaking out about the new Venezuelan labor law?
You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?
It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.
http://rabble.ca/columnists/2013/05/venezuelas-new-labour-law-best-mothers-day-gift
holy shit!
(via one-fight)
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
written by Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via rikako-oryou)
written by Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via rikako-oryou)
(via eatshitxvx)
I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.
Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
(via drawnfreckles)
drawnfreckles asked: 27, 32, 58, 67
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
No :(
32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?
Yes. I think all of the love I’ve ever felt towards anyone was always unrequited in one way or another.
58. What are five ways to win your heart?
1. Don’t be a problematic shit head.
2. Be vegan.
3. Send me poetry things
4. Serenade me
5. ?
67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
Well, for starters, an ideal date would begin with me not being extremely anxious/having an attack. Other than that, idk. Don’t make sexist, racist, shitty jokes. A walk by the river followed by a picnic, followed by reading each other poetry sounds nice tho.
justlikeyoumade asked: 65, 16, 20
16. Do you have any tattoos
Yup
20. Do you shower every day?
Hahaha no. I haven’t showered for like a week plus wassup.
55. Share a relationship story.
Once upon a time, I dated a boy with blue eyes for a year and a half who once claimed that, he wasn’t racist, but hated everyone equally. He also wore a fedora. But I was naive and dependent and loved him anyways. The only connection I ever felt with him was when we cried over his past and my -then- present depression. We didn’t connect with much else and what held us together is unknown to me. I was never ~*~happy~*~ enough for him and one, drunken night, I called him out and everything ended happily ever after w/ an awkward breakup. FIN.